The Billionaire's Voice

CHAPTER 12

Later that evening, Julian ducked into Shamrock's Pub more

out of necessity than because he wanted a beer. Quickly taking

a rickety seat by one of the windows, he opened the thread-

bare curtain and looked out at Main Street, hoping to hell he'd

lost his group of adoring fans.

Slumping back in the chair when he didn't see anybody

coming, he pulled off his baseball cap and sunglasses, drop-

ping them onto the table.

"Running from the police?" he heard a sarcastically sweet

voice asks from the bar.

He looked up and saw Kristin minding the tavern . . . again.

Was anybody else ever here except her? She already had a

full-time job in Sarah's office. Why was she always here?

"Not lately. But you never know," he shot back halfheart-

edly, not feeling like arguing with the sharp-tongued redhead

tonight.

I'd rather fuck her until she stops talking and starts

screaming.

His dick was already at attention just from looking at her.

Kristin embodied every physical asset that turned him on. Un-

like most guys in Hollywood, the last thing he wanted was a

skinny model. He liked women who enjoyed food, and he was

a large man. He wanted a curvy female with some flesh on her

bones and an ass that he could actually grasp while he was

pummeling into her body.

Unfortunately, the woman who haunted his wet dreams

obviously hated him. Maybe that was why he wanted her so

badly. Not only was Kristin beautiful, but she wasn't about to

drop at his feet and submit. More likely, she'd kneed him in the

balls and walk away. Maybe he was a masochist, but he kind

of liked that about her.

"What are you looking for?" she asked curiously.

"My fan club," he answered "Can I have a beer?

And no milk. I already ate."

He watched as she pulled out a frosted mug and brought

him whatever they had on tap. Not that he was picky. He could

tell by the lightness of the liquid in the glass that it wasn't a

dark, bitter brew, which was the only kind he really didn't like.

She set the mug down in front of him, placing a napkin

underneath.

"You look better," she observed, reaching out to turn his

face toward her."